My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 453 The vanity sky garden is completely completed

Amakusa looked around and saw Rider Achilles and Archer Atalanta resting there in a free and easy posture. One was lying there looking up at the ceiling, and the other was sitting on the floor, seemingly eating. It's meat skewers made from the animals you hunt.

Lancer Karna was leaning against the wall, the sunlight hitting his fair skin. His face was like a white Noh mask, and his expression seemed frozen without wavering at all.

And Assassin, who is still extremely mysterious so far - the young man who calls himself Shuoyue, is maintaining his weapons. Even if the fists are taken apart, they still emit a chilling light.

"Oh, it seems I've kept you waiting for so long. I'm really sorry."

"What are you talking about, Master? It looks like they are just passing the time."

Heel and Ta Miao both hummed at the same time and turned their faces to the side. It seems that these two people have no respect for the empress Semiramis at all.

Shuo Yue, on the other hand, was concentrating on maintaining the weapons, as if he could get some new power from these two fist guns, and paid no attention to the chorus of Amakusa and the Empress.

The empress did not pay attention to the rudeness of her followers. She nodded proudly and sat down on the throne, with Amakusa beside her like a confidant.

"Where is Caster?"

"You still don't understand him?" Achilles responded while still lying on the ground, "Maybe he was hiding in the workshop and didn't come out."

"Do you want me to call him?"

"Wait a minute, Master, your job is not an easy job like running errands, just let me call you with my words.

The empress waved two fingers gently - five minutes later, the last person appeared magnificently, facing the anxiety of everyone present. As soon as he walked through the open door, he spread his hands with exaggerated movements and shouted:

"Oh, you are as dark as hell, like the dark night! I feel extremely beautiful, even sparkling!"

Semiramis sighed: "Are you saying that I am?"

The man in question——Red Caster Sabi nodded.

"Is there anyone else? The empress of Assyria!... No, no, I'm really sorry. I accidentally got too excited because I am not interested in writing for a long time..."

At this point, Shakespeare suddenly stopped and glanced at the Assyrian empress, the horse-footed hero, the huntress of Arcadia, the son of the sun in the ancient country, and the assassin lurking in the rainbow. The excitement in his eyes became even more intense. .

"Which stage in the world can welcome so many heroes? What kind of heroic stories will be staged among them? What kind of joys and sorrows - the Holy Grail War. Only the Holy Grail War can allow me, the writer, to enjoy the supreme joy! "

"It seems you haven't forgotten the Holy Grail War, Caster."

"Of course, Empress. Since you asked us to gather here, there is only one reason, war, right? The heroes will compete for supremacy and start a barbaric fight against each other, right? I, Shakespeare, will certainly enjoy it. ——Watch carefully!”

"Aren't you going to fight?"

"Well, I'm actually very unfamiliar with war and magic. 'However, the gods have given us appropriate shortcomings in order to make us human beings.'

You are obviously a magician - although the servants wanted to point this out, they reluctantly held back.

In fact, as Shakespeare said, he is basically a heroic spirit who has nothing to do with "war". His job is simply to record the Holy Grail War and weave the ensuing story of the protagonist (Master)'s suffering and despair, hope and violence.

Storytellers never go on stage, they only support those who do, and it would be really surprising if they actually went off in person.

If he were summoned to the usual Holy Grail War. There is no doubt that they will be defeated early.

But fortunately, judging from the situation of this Holy Grail War, he still has many opportunities to be active. This is because the servants who ascend to the Throne of Heroes in the name of writers have more or less very specific "skills".

And this is the reason why Hong Fang tolerates his nonsense, and also the reason why Shuo Yue invited him to join in the first place.

"——In short, everyone is here. Although Berserker has been captured, our preparations have been completed after delaying for so long. Now it should be time to launch the attack. There is no point in repeating small-scale battles, right?

Achilles and Atalanta nodded in agreement with the empress' words. Indeed, as she said, just small-scale battles are too boring.

When Shuo Yue came back, she was even complained by the Greek team, saying why she didn't take them with her, and her body was getting rusty.

"A rare war must be fought vigorously, right?" the empress said with a coquettish smile.

"——Well, even though you said that, you clearly built a castle and prepared to defend it, so why are you saying this again?"

Facing the helpless Achilles, Semiramis chuckled.

"Hold on to the city? Rider, you got the premise wrong. My Noble Phantasm 'Sky Garden of Vanity' does not exist for defense, but is a Noble Phantasm for offense."

Semiramis, who said this, put his hand on the gem inlaid on the armrest of the throne, and instantly, the earth began to tremble slightly.

Is it an earthquake? Except for Shuo Yue, who had expected this, all the servants looked at each other. However, this kind of vibration suddenly stopped after it intensified.

"Haha, look outside."

Hearing what the empress said, everyone except her ran out of the throne room. The earthquake just now was obviously caused by her intentionally, but for what reason——

"What--?!"

There were two people who were speechless at once, namely Achilles and Atalanta. Shakespeare was so moved that he showed a joyful expression. Amakusa, who usually tried hard to remain indifferent, also had rare twinkling eyes. Even Gal Naya opened his eyes slightly and looked down.

Beneath the stone-paved floor on which they stood, only a vast space opened.

In other words, they are in a state of floating in mid-air, and this vanity garden is literally floating in the air...! ! !

"Are you surprised? Of course, in terms of speed, it can't be considered fast."

The empress had a hint of pride in these words, but at the same time she looked at Shuo Yue with some dissatisfaction.

"It's you who dare to look like you're not surprised."

"The Empress of Assyria, the oldest poisoner, you are most famous for many legends, and the false hanging garden is naturally one of them."

Facing the empress' question, Shuo Yue shrugged indifferently.

"Although I am also very dissatisfied, there is nothing I can do about it. After all, I have been mentally prepared for it."

Saying this, Shuo Yue squinted at the scenery in the courtyard and the starry sky in the middle of the night. Although she said she didn't care, there was still a soul-stirring gleam in her eyes.

Vanity does not necessarily mean vulnerability. No, at the moment when materials are collected to complete the Noble Phantasm, at least in this era, vanity has turned into reality.

A Noble Phantasm with a level up to EX——While Black was holding on to the city and had nothing to do, Red used everything it had to make this impossible possible.

All the hard work paid off, and now, it's Black's turn to bear the price.

"Then everyone, please prepare to fight. If we advance at this speed, it will take about seven hours until Black, who is stationed in the fortress, can see us."

Everyone was silent. Of course, it's not because of fear. It was just because they heard the empress remind them of a specific number like "seven hours" that they felt a surge of fighting spirit in their hearts.

In this way, the pre-war mobilization of the red side came to an end, and the servants returned to the room with their own thoughts. Shuo Yue also immediately contacted Lingxia, the sixth guide on the black side, intending to inform them about the red side. information and prepare for the next action.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly remembered the early videos recorded by the great god Zao Heizi. At that time, there was always a cartoon image of the empress wearing a miner’s hat and carrying a pickaxe. If the empress built the sky garden in this state... pfft.